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My name is briar. My dad robert is one good looking fucker. He knows it too. He likes to show it, walking around showing his honey tan skin and gorgeous ass around the house. He's 46, im 25 and he looks damn good for his age, we both do. If i had the strenghth i would pull him into his bedroom by his dick and make him fuck me like i stole something from him.

He is the epitome of manliness. Drinks jack (not a alcholic), smokes cigars and has tattoos. He whittles too. FUCKING whittles, has a old timey knife and eveything- sits in the truck with betsy his dog and a bottle of jack and makes shit.

I went with him to his spot one night, a field near lake maple bay. It was midnight so no one was there. He hopped out of the truck and set up a blanket in the trunk bed. He didnt bring wood tonight so i was confused.

"out of lumber?" i asked him.

"No Briar. I wanted to talk. Seen the way you look at me. I know you want me. Ive seen you come saying my name."

This cant be. Am i dreaming? Maybe ive lost my shit. I want to escape my own body but soon enough i feel my dads gruff beard on my face. Hes kissing me.

"oh my god. Daddy." i couldnt help but moan.

In the roughest voice he could muster my dad says "call me robert, you have time to scream daddy later. "